Chapter 26: Encountering Qi Heng Once More

Lin Feng set down his wine glass and walked forward at a measured pace, ready to bring this farce to an end. Instead, his action incited further ridicule and sneers from the onlookers.

“Hahaha! Lin Feng, you coward, you dare defy Young Master Wang? You hesitate even to bully a drunk, always shrinking back, and now you step out—aren’t you just humiliating yourself?”

Liu Jian squatted beside Wang Haiyang like a loyal dog, as if he belonged to their circle, and pointed at Lin Feng, loudly jeering.

“Lin Feng! That man isn’t someone to trifle with—didn’t you see Ke Feng’s miserable state? Come back!” Wang Lun hurried forward to block him, unwilling to see Lin Feng throw himself into the fray.

“Tsk, tsk, how strange tonight—there’s always someone who thinks too highly of themselves. Seems if there’s no blood, anyone dares to show off in front of me, Wang Haiyang!” Wang Haiyang’s lips curled into a wicked, unrestrained smile as he glanced at Lin Feng with disdain.

“Chachai, cripple his limbs and smash his head for me!”

“Yes, Young Master Wang!” Chachai received the order and strode over. Towering in stature, he looked down at Lin Feng with nothing but contempt.

“To challenge me to my face—you’re the first in years, and you’ll be the last. Spend your remaining days in a hospital bed repenting for your recklessness today!”

Chachai’s left foot drove off the ground, the muscles in his calf flexing like a revving engine. His right leg shot up in a sweeping arc toward Lin Feng’s right side, aiming at his waist and kidney.

This sweep was like a scythe of steel, meant to slice Lin Feng in half.

“Die, you fool!” Chachai growled savagely.

True to his fearsome reputation as the "Eight-Armed Arhat," Chachai was indeed a formidable force, brimming with murderous intent and unstoppable might.

Wang Haiyang nodded with a smile—Chachai was a top-tier fighter he had recruited at great expense specifically to counter the gang’s archenemy, Cheng Longjian. To use him against someone as weak and powerless as Lin Feng was akin to using a broadsword to kill a chicken.

“Whoosh—”

Chachai’s powerful kick sliced through the air with a shrill whistle. In an instant, his leg was only a fist’s distance from Lin Feng’s body. Wang Lun and the rest of the sales department turned away, unable to bear the bloody scene they anticipated.

Liu Jian, on the other hand, looked excited—he could hardly wait to see Lin Feng suffer.

Yet—

The bloody spectacle everyone expected never came. Instead, Lin Feng sighed with utter composure:

“Eight Gates Evacuation—Life Gate, Cloud-Dividing Hand!”

Lin Feng raised his right hand gently, as if reaching for the heavens, parting the clouds for the moon to shine through. The movement was mysterious and elegant, slow yet radiating an overwhelming sense of danger.

“You…” Chachai caught only the initial gesture before breaking into a cold sweat, instinctively trying to pull back and defend.

But it was too late. Lin Feng’s palm swept out, the force sharp and unyielding, slicing toward Chachai’s waist and abdomen.

“Boom—!”

A thunderous crash resounded. Chachai hadn’t even registered Lin Feng’s attack before he was struck, his chest feeling as if it had been hammered by iron. His body flew backward like a tattered kite in a hurricane and crashed into the wall, barely clinging to life.

For a moment, the room was silent; even Wang Haiyang dropped his glass, shattering it to pieces.

This was the Eight-Armed Arhat, Chachai—the man he’d hired at exorbitant cost to deal with the martial artist Cheng Longjian! How could he not withstand even a single blow from an ordinary man?

No, this man isn’t ordinary—who on earth is he?

“My god! Lin Feng, you really are my brother! Lin Feng, you’re incredible!” Wang Lun shouted with joy, his eyes gleaming.

Colleagues from the sales department, seeing hope at last, showered Lin Feng with praise for his courage, forgetting entirely that they had just been mocking him for cowardice.

Ke Feng stared at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with fear and awe, all trace of envy gone. To defeat Chachai in a single move—never mind being a national boxing champion, even in the world’s underground martial arts tournaments, he would be unrivaled!

Could it be… Lin Feng is a martial artist?

Liu Jian glanced at the half-dead Chachai, then at Ke Feng, who had been brutalized by Chachai, and finally realized Lin Feng had been hiding his strength all along. The man he had mocked and targeted all evening was, in truth, a master fighter!

The realization struck Liu Jian like a dagger of humiliation, pushing him to the brink of madness.

“You had this strength all along, Lin Feng! Why didn’t you act sooner? You let me make a fool of myself before you did anything! How utterly hateful!”

Lin Feng walked up to Wang Haiyang and spoke calmly, “May we leave now?”

“Leave? You must be dreaming! Do you think your paltry skills can threaten me? No matter how fast you are, can you outrun a bullet? No matter how strong you are, can you fight thousands of men?”

Wang Haiyang, though filled with dread, forced himself to appear calm, his tone fierce but hollow.

“Very well. If that’s the case, I’ll stay and play your game to the end—let my colleagues go. They’re innocent.”

Wang Haiyang’s eyes narrowed, his aura growing more menacing as he spoke coldly, “Fine. I have no interest in these ordinary people. But you—you intrigue me.”

“We’re free to go! It’s over! Thank goodness for Lin Feng!”

“We can leave, but what about Lin Feng?”

“Don’t worry about Lin Feng—just look after yourself!”

With that, the sales department staff, as if granted amnesty, rushed to collect their things and fled, paying no heed to Lin Feng’s predicament.

“Why let them go?” the greasy man protested, only for Wang Haiyang to cut him off.

“Shut up! Stand aside and watch!”

Having lost his ace, Chachai, Wang Haiyang was seething with rage.

Soon, all the colleagues had gone—only Wang Lun remained, standing firmly behind Lin Feng. “Lin Feng, I’m with you. Tonight, I’ll live or die by your side.”

Lin Feng glanced at Wang Lun, who was ready to face death without flinching, and smiled in approval.

Li Yating was being dragged out by Liu Susi but kept looking back at Lin Feng, deeply moved. To willingly face danger alone for the sake of the weak—this was the true mark of a hero, the real man of her dreams!

Breaking free from Liu Susi’s grip, Li Yating ran to stand behind Lin Feng as well.

Wang Lun grinned slyly, teasing, “Miss Li, what brings you here? I didn’t expect you to support Lin Feng like this—could it be you…”

“What are you talking about! I just don’t want to see a good person get hurt,” Li Yating retorted, her cheeks flushing.

Lin Feng paid them no heed. To him, Wang Haiyang was nothing more than a petty, insignificant bug—not worth worrying about.

“You think a few fancy moves are enough to show off in front of me? Laughable. Soon, I’ll show you what true strength is!”

With that, Wang Haiyang immediately dialed his phone.

“Brother Qi, it’s me—Haiyang! I’m at the Imperial Hall in Phoenix Pavilion Hotel. You’re nearby? Can you come over? I’m in a bit of trouble and need your help!”

“Ten minutes? Alright, I’ll wait!”

Hanging up, Wang Haiyang was instantly smug, lighting a cigarette and gazing at Lin Feng with renewed confidence. “Boy, in ten minutes, you’re dead.”

To root out evil, Lin Feng was in no hurry—he’d simply deal with Wang Haiyang and his backer together when the time came.

Meanwhile, Wang Lun and Li Yating were both on edge, their hearts pounding.

A strange silence settled over the Imperial Hall.

Ten minutes later, a bold voice rang out from outside:

“What trouble have you gotten into now? If I didn’t have business nearby tonight, you would be…”

The speaker froze mid-sentence, stunned at the sight of Lin Feng.

“Brother Qi, it’s that guy! Damn it, he took out Chachai in a single move—the expert I hired to deal with Cheng Longjian!” Wang Haiyang, seeing his reinforcement arrive, immediately dropped all pretense, shouting arrogantly.

But before he could finish, the newcomer unexpectedly turned and slapped him across the face.

Smack—

Wang Haiyang clutched his swelling cheek, utterly bewildered. “Brother Qi! Why did you hit me? It was clearly—”

Ignoring Wang Haiyang’s protests, the man strode toward Lin Feng and bowed deeply in reverence.

“Mr. Lin, I sincerely apologize. That brat Wang Haiyang has disturbed you—please forgive him!”

The entire hall erupted in astonishment, jaws dropping everywhere.

In an instant, the Imperial Hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

This man, a shadowy figure of far greater stature than Wang Jisheng, was showing Lin Feng the utmost respect—almost groveling.

In that moment, everyone wondered in their hearts:

“Who on earth is this Lin Feng?”

Only Lin Feng remained composed, a hint of icy anger in his voice as he spoke calmly:

“So it’s you, Qi Heng. Quite the coincidence.”